and as usual, I have chosen a different tack.
I am not looking for a heavy cruiser, a cafe racer or a crotch rocket. Nor am I looking at some kind of chopper. I am looking at a simple motorcycle, a dispatch rider's type of bike.
I think if I decide to get a bike I am going to go with a Royal Enfield. It's a rather simple, inexpensive machine and pretty Old School.
Of course, as an old man I am not going to take the damned thing into town. It will only be used for either very local shopping or for trips in rural areas.
It sounds like a pretty good old man's type of machine. We'll see what happens.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
I have read where an increasing number of young men
have decided to avoid marriage and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
With a 50% divorce rate and the laws stacked against the man it makes sense.
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With a 50% divorce rate and the laws stacked against the man it makes sense.
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Monday, March 13, 2017
One of the things they do at the hospital is
cart you to the door in a wheelchair no matter what.
It is stupid and the last time I got busted up they tried to do it to me with a remarkable lack of success.
I had a busted foot and they put me in a walking cast. I knew I had to get used to it so I simply wanted to walk on it to get comfortable with it. Of course they thought that was definitely out of the question.
Someone approached me with a wheelchair and I politely refused. He insisted. I flat out refused. He said it was a rule and I shot back that I was a f***ing criminal and the rules didn't apply to me.
"But...but...but," he said.
"Bugger off!" I shot back and started to stump off towrds the door.
I suppose it was a funny sight, me stumping down the hall with a frustrated orderly of some sort pushing a wheel chair next to me.
We got a few feet before a Big Nurse type came charging in. She started in on how I was supposed to take the wheelchair because it was a rule.
"Big Nurse, My name is Randall P. McMurphy. I am a desperate criminal and your chicken$hit rules do not aply to me. Now let me walk out that damned door," I shot back.
A security guard hid a smirk. He looked plainly amused. He seemed know how I felt. The nurse looked at him like he was supposed to actually do something. I looked at the cop.
"You can't put me in da joint," I said. "I just got outta da joint!"
The guard laughed outright and looked at th nurse. "Give him a break. The man want's to walk. He's making no trouble. What's the problem?"
I swear that if some psychiatric doctor had happened by the pair of them would have been sent off to a rubber room somewhere.
Two people in hospital uniforms babbling incoherently at some scruffy looking character in a walking cast walking off with a big look of disgust on his face.
The again, maybe he would have thought all three of us belonged in the booby hatch.
Then again, maybe the psychiarist would have joined the pair of them. Most of them seem to be worse than their patients.
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It is stupid and the last time I got busted up they tried to do it to me with a remarkable lack of success.
I had a busted foot and they put me in a walking cast. I knew I had to get used to it so I simply wanted to walk on it to get comfortable with it. Of course they thought that was definitely out of the question.
Someone approached me with a wheelchair and I politely refused. He insisted. I flat out refused. He said it was a rule and I shot back that I was a f***ing criminal and the rules didn't apply to me.
"But...but...but," he said.
"Bugger off!" I shot back and started to stump off towrds the door.
I suppose it was a funny sight, me stumping down the hall with a frustrated orderly of some sort pushing a wheel chair next to me.
We got a few feet before a Big Nurse type came charging in. She started in on how I was supposed to take the wheelchair because it was a rule.
"Big Nurse, My name is Randall P. McMurphy. I am a desperate criminal and your chicken$hit rules do not aply to me. Now let me walk out that damned door," I shot back.
A security guard hid a smirk. He looked plainly amused. He seemed know how I felt. The nurse looked at him like he was supposed to actually do something. I looked at the cop.
"You can't put me in da joint," I said. "I just got outta da joint!"
The guard laughed outright and looked at th nurse. "Give him a break. The man want's to walk. He's making no trouble. What's the problem?"
I swear that if some psychiatric doctor had happened by the pair of them would have been sent off to a rubber room somewhere.
Two people in hospital uniforms babbling incoherently at some scruffy looking character in a walking cast walking off with a big look of disgust on his face.
The again, maybe he would have thought all three of us belonged in the booby hatch.
Then again, maybe the psychiarist would have joined the pair of them. Most of them seem to be worse than their patients.
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Sunday, March 12, 2017
What? I hurt your feelings?
You don't like my attitude?
Too bad. Get over it. It's not all rainbows and unicorns. Things have to be done. Cry me a river, get a bunch of combat engineers to build a bridge across it and GET OVER IT.
You don't like it that I work on a tanker and move gasoline all over the place because the oil comnpanies are mean and nasty?
How about if I take the day off and you just walk home tonight, freeze in the dark? Perhaps you could watch television by candle light? Would that make you feel any better?
You find that offensive?
Well, too damned bad.
Did it ever occur to you that I find YOU and your very presence offensive?
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Saturday, March 11, 2017
I am getting pretty tired of thin skinned people.
I am getting VERY tired of people that go looking for trouble.
Someone once said that a woman that can't handle sexual harrassment should not work. I disagree. There is no excuse for that kind of thing. People are hired to do a job, plain and simple.
On the other hand, I am really tired of hearing people taking an innocent comment out of context and blowing it up to cause trouble. It generally means some poor bastard gets called up on the carpet for nothing. That's plain wrong.
What really gets me is someone playing the offended game to eliminate one of their fellow employees to get ahead.
On the other hand it overjoys me to see that kind of thing backfire.
Hey, I just read where some woman took the 'Woman's Day Off, Life without Women' thing and got fired for it.
The boss that fired her was a woman.
Ya gotta love it.
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Someone once said that a woman that can't handle sexual harrassment should not work. I disagree. There is no excuse for that kind of thing. People are hired to do a job, plain and simple.
On the other hand, I am really tired of hearing people taking an innocent comment out of context and blowing it up to cause trouble. It generally means some poor bastard gets called up on the carpet for nothing. That's plain wrong.
What really gets me is someone playing the offended game to eliminate one of their fellow employees to get ahead.
On the other hand it overjoys me to see that kind of thing backfire.
Hey, I just read where some woman took the 'Woman's Day Off, Life without Women' thing and got fired for it.
The boss that fired her was a woman.
Ya gotta love it.
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Friday, March 10, 2017
I remember the time back when I was in Alaska and the bowling alley
replaced a bunch of bowling balls. I heard about it and instantly asked what they were going to do with the old bowling balls and bought $20 worth of them. I think I paid fifty cents apiece. Maybe it was only a quarter. I do recall getting a lot of bowling balls for $20, though.
I drove around with them for a while with them rolling around in the bed of my pickup.
I am not going to say what I did with a couple of them.
There was this wannabe tough guy that came to town and started throwing a bunch of macho crap around. He tried pushing me around one day and I simply walked away.
Now you are not to jump to any conclusions but it got back to me that this guy left town.
He was last seen in the airport bar swilling down straight shots of Crown Royal babbling incoherently that he was leaving town. He babbled that he had never been to a place where someone chased him around in an airplane throwing whisky bottles and dropping bowling balls on him.
Of course, I had nothing to do with it.
I did, however, notice that a few of my bowling balls were missing. Hmm. You don't say. I also found a bottle of Glenlivet on my pickup seat.
Paging Charlie Chan! Mystery in Kodiak, Alaska! Paging Charlie Chan!
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I drove around with them for a while with them rolling around in the bed of my pickup.
I am not going to say what I did with a couple of them.
There was this wannabe tough guy that came to town and started throwing a bunch of macho crap around. He tried pushing me around one day and I simply walked away.
Now you are not to jump to any conclusions but it got back to me that this guy left town.
He was last seen in the airport bar swilling down straight shots of Crown Royal babbling incoherently that he was leaving town. He babbled that he had never been to a place where someone chased him around in an airplane throwing whisky bottles and dropping bowling balls on him.
Of course, I had nothing to do with it.
I did, however, notice that a few of my bowling balls were missing. Hmm. You don't say. I also found a bottle of Glenlivet on my pickup seat.
Paging Charlie Chan! Mystery in Kodiak, Alaska! Paging Charlie Chan!
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Thursday, March 9, 2017
Are you wearing clean underwear? What if you had an accident!
The other day I was smarting off to one of the younger guys at work. I dryly told him that before he starts trouble with me he ought to put on clean underwear first because he is most likely going to wind up at the hospital and if the doctor sees clean underwear he will know that he comes from a good family and the doctor will try harder to save him.
One of the other guys laughed outright and told me his mother used to tell him the same thing. An awful lot of mothers have told their kids that over the years.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if Melania Trump has said that to Barron.
That clean underwear business has seemed to transcend generations and it would be pretty humorous to hear Barron Trump hearing that said in about twenty years and being able to grin, "My mother told me that when my father was president."
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Seeing I mentioned clean underwear, I'll tell you a story about the time I busted a foot and had to go to the hospital.
I stumped in leaning on a friend and we went to the check-in desk. I took one look at the little automaton woman behind the desk. She was wearing a pretty thick coat of face paint and I decided that I could probably get it to crack.
"I busted my foot," I said. "Now before I get to see the doctor please run me past the clean underwear checker so she can tell the doctor I come from a good family and will work harder on me to save me."
That's all it took. The plaster like coating of makeup cracked is several places. The WTF look on her face was a spectacle to behold. It was a moment of great pride for me. The stuffy little automaton didn't even begin to how how to deal with it.
I did see another women who had appeared briefly behind her duck back behind the door laughing.
About half a minute later this big, tall, busty, broad shouldered Swedish looking nurse came out, walked past the desk and headed into the patient waiting area. She was
She looked like a Midwestern farmer's dreamboat! She looked like someone that he could love, milk and plow.
Anyway she doubled back, sneaked up behind me and before I could do anything she reached down the back of my pants, grabbed my shorts and gave me the biggest wedgie in the world.
Nobody was really impressed until someone noticed my feet were about a foot off the ground.
Then the nurse spoke to me as she put me down. "They're clean. I'll tell the doctor," she said, laughing. I was probably beet red but I did have to laugh. Sometimes getting shot with a ball of your own BS can be hilarious.
Then a boy sitting next to an older woman spoke up, "Gee, Grammy, you're right. They do check to see if you have clean underwear on!"
The grandmother, quite amused with what she saw, turned to the boy. "I told you," she said. She gave me such a big grin when I saw her it was all worth it.
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One of the other guys laughed outright and told me his mother used to tell him the same thing. An awful lot of mothers have told their kids that over the years.
Now that I think about it, I wonder if Melania Trump has said that to Barron.
That clean underwear business has seemed to transcend generations and it would be pretty humorous to hear Barron Trump hearing that said in about twenty years and being able to grin, "My mother told me that when my father was president."
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Seeing I mentioned clean underwear, I'll tell you a story about the time I busted a foot and had to go to the hospital.
I stumped in leaning on a friend and we went to the check-in desk. I took one look at the little automaton woman behind the desk. She was wearing a pretty thick coat of face paint and I decided that I could probably get it to crack.
"I busted my foot," I said. "Now before I get to see the doctor please run me past the clean underwear checker so she can tell the doctor I come from a good family and will work harder on me to save me."
That's all it took. The plaster like coating of makeup cracked is several places. The WTF look on her face was a spectacle to behold. It was a moment of great pride for me. The stuffy little automaton didn't even begin to how how to deal with it.
I did see another women who had appeared briefly behind her duck back behind the door laughing.
About half a minute later this big, tall, busty, broad shouldered Swedish looking nurse came out, walked past the desk and headed into the patient waiting area. She was
She looked like a Midwestern farmer's dreamboat! She looked like someone that he could love, milk and plow.
Anyway she doubled back, sneaked up behind me and before I could do anything she reached down the back of my pants, grabbed my shorts and gave me the biggest wedgie in the world.
Nobody was really impressed until someone noticed my feet were about a foot off the ground.
Then the nurse spoke to me as she put me down. "They're clean. I'll tell the doctor," she said, laughing. I was probably beet red but I did have to laugh. Sometimes getting shot with a ball of your own BS can be hilarious.
Then a boy sitting next to an older woman spoke up, "Gee, Grammy, you're right. They do check to see if you have clean underwear on!"
The grandmother, quite amused with what she saw, turned to the boy. "I told you," she said. She gave me such a big grin when I saw her it was all worth it.
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Wednesday, March 8, 2017
I saw where Loretta Lynch spouted off
about how they need more marching, blood and death on the streets.
Mmm...OK.
This is nothing more than another babbling limosine liberal telling other people what to do while they sit in their ivory tower safe from all the violence.
What she wants is for OTHER people to march. She want's SOMEONE ELSE to bleed and she wants OTHER PEOPLE to die.
Unfortunately the little guy never seems to figure it out and goes out and gets his head kicked in for someone sitting in a nice, safe ivory tower.
Real leadership means getting in the trenches every so often. General Mattis has a record of showing up in the middle of a hot spot and spending time with his people during operations. I read a story about him pulling guard duty with a sergrant and a lance corporal.
You think Loretta Lynch is going to get dirty with the people on the street? I doubt it. She probably doesn't like those people to begin with and she sure as hell doesn't doesn't respct them.
In short, she is just using the poor to make her life comfortable and keep her in a position of privlige and power.
She doesn't give a damn about the poor or working stiffs that she is trying to rile up. The truth is probably closer to being she wants to keep the poor down and out so she has more control over them.
Of course, among the black community she has credibility because she is a black woman. In the black community people are more apt to pay attention to her because of her color and sex.
Don't be fooled. She cares about as much for the poor as any other liberal politician of any other sex or color does. To them you are just people to bedazzle with big promises to get you to do the dirty work.
To a certain extent this is not limited to the liberals, either. Conservative politicians don't really love the working stiff or the poor either.
However, conservatives do want the working stiff and poor to be successful, though. The reason is twofold. First they will no longer have to support them through social programs. The second is they need a bigger middle class to get richer.
Of course, the poor will most likely play into the game of Leretta Lynch and stir up things. Likely there will be riots and the little guy will get his ass beaten or shot.
The rich politicians will rant and rave and go on as to how much they support the people at the bottom of the pile. It's because they want to keep using them.
They'll go back to their ivory towers and laugh and talk between themselves about how stupid the little people are and how they are doing their bidding for them.
You little guys ought to tell Loretta Lynch that you will follow her. Hand her a cudgel and put her up front where she can run the risk of getting her head kicked in.
Do it! The hemming and hawing will be pretty entertaining. Then we can see if she really is as dedicated as she says she is.
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Mmm...OK.
This is nothing more than another babbling limosine liberal telling other people what to do while they sit in their ivory tower safe from all the violence.
What she wants is for OTHER people to march. She want's SOMEONE ELSE to bleed and she wants OTHER PEOPLE to die.
Unfortunately the little guy never seems to figure it out and goes out and gets his head kicked in for someone sitting in a nice, safe ivory tower.
Real leadership means getting in the trenches every so often. General Mattis has a record of showing up in the middle of a hot spot and spending time with his people during operations. I read a story about him pulling guard duty with a sergrant and a lance corporal.
You think Loretta Lynch is going to get dirty with the people on the street? I doubt it. She probably doesn't like those people to begin with and she sure as hell doesn't doesn't respct them.
In short, she is just using the poor to make her life comfortable and keep her in a position of privlige and power.
She doesn't give a damn about the poor or working stiffs that she is trying to rile up. The truth is probably closer to being she wants to keep the poor down and out so she has more control over them.
Of course, among the black community she has credibility because she is a black woman. In the black community people are more apt to pay attention to her because of her color and sex.
Don't be fooled. She cares about as much for the poor as any other liberal politician of any other sex or color does. To them you are just people to bedazzle with big promises to get you to do the dirty work.
To a certain extent this is not limited to the liberals, either. Conservative politicians don't really love the working stiff or the poor either.
However, conservatives do want the working stiff and poor to be successful, though. The reason is twofold. First they will no longer have to support them through social programs. The second is they need a bigger middle class to get richer.
Of course, the poor will most likely play into the game of Leretta Lynch and stir up things. Likely there will be riots and the little guy will get his ass beaten or shot.
The rich politicians will rant and rave and go on as to how much they support the people at the bottom of the pile. It's because they want to keep using them.
They'll go back to their ivory towers and laugh and talk between themselves about how stupid the little people are and how they are doing their bidding for them.
You little guys ought to tell Loretta Lynch that you will follow her. Hand her a cudgel and put her up front where she can run the risk of getting her head kicked in.
Do it! The hemming and hawing will be pretty entertaining. Then we can see if she really is as dedicated as she says she is.
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Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Special guest post.
Someone else on another board posted this. He generously let me lift it from the board. He gets a big THANK YOU from me.
My support for Trump is stronger than it has ever been at any point in history. This is what I posted in the other thread:
I don't understand the purse swinging and I don't understand the doubt.
The Obama Regime was one of the most secretive, corrupt, underhanded group of hardline leftist psychopathic cronies. Do you really find it all that hard to believe that they bugged Trump Tower? I think it would be one of the less shocking scandals of their reign. It would certainly be less shocking that ordering gun dealers to sell 1,000+ AKMs to known cartel gun runners in hopes of creating a catastrophic story that would sway public opinion toward undermining the Second Amendment. It would certainly be less shocking than using the IRS to persecute political opponents. It would certainly be less shocking than destroying evidence in both the Fast & Furious and Lois Lerner scandals. It would certainly be less shocking than using an internet video as a scape goat to cover for terrorists who attacked a US embassy and killed four Americans, including the US Ambassador to Libya. I would certainly be less shocking than using taxpayer money and American political operatives to interfere in the Israeli elections. Why is it so hard to believe that Obama bugged Trump Tower?
Don't you people see what is going on here? Donald Trump was elected President on the platform of fixing the disaster that is Obamacare, securing our southern border, ending these multilateral trade deals that are killing American jobs and cutting taxes. This would undo all of the destructive anti-American leftist "progress" which was accomplished under President Zero's regime, and the leftist scoundrels simply can't have Americans less dependent on government, while the power and scope of the welfare state is diminished. The people opposing Trump; the Fifth Column leftist media, Charles Schummer and all of his fellow travelers in the Democratic Party, the Deep State bureaucrats and the corrupt elites profiting from the enslavement of America simply can't have the Trump Agenda move forward. Making America Great Again would simply ruin all of their horrible plans.
Why would any patriot not get behind President Trump and demand the scalps of these anti-American rats?
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My support for Trump is stronger than it has ever been at any point in history. This is what I posted in the other thread:
I don't understand the purse swinging and I don't understand the doubt.
The Obama Regime was one of the most secretive, corrupt, underhanded group of hardline leftist psychopathic cronies. Do you really find it all that hard to believe that they bugged Trump Tower? I think it would be one of the less shocking scandals of their reign. It would certainly be less shocking that ordering gun dealers to sell 1,000+ AKMs to known cartel gun runners in hopes of creating a catastrophic story that would sway public opinion toward undermining the Second Amendment. It would certainly be less shocking than using the IRS to persecute political opponents. It would certainly be less shocking than destroying evidence in both the Fast & Furious and Lois Lerner scandals. It would certainly be less shocking than using an internet video as a scape goat to cover for terrorists who attacked a US embassy and killed four Americans, including the US Ambassador to Libya. I would certainly be less shocking than using taxpayer money and American political operatives to interfere in the Israeli elections. Why is it so hard to believe that Obama bugged Trump Tower?
Don't you people see what is going on here? Donald Trump was elected President on the platform of fixing the disaster that is Obamacare, securing our southern border, ending these multilateral trade deals that are killing American jobs and cutting taxes. This would undo all of the destructive anti-American leftist "progress" which was accomplished under President Zero's regime, and the leftist scoundrels simply can't have Americans less dependent on government, while the power and scope of the welfare state is diminished. The people opposing Trump; the Fifth Column leftist media, Charles Schummer and all of his fellow travelers in the Democratic Party, the Deep State bureaucrats and the corrupt elites profiting from the enslavement of America simply can't have the Trump Agenda move forward. Making America Great Again would simply ruin all of their horrible plans.
Why would any patriot not get behind President Trump and demand the scalps of these anti-American rats?
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Monday, March 6, 2017
My wife drives
school bus and has for years. She likes the kids and enjoys it. That job would drive me nuts but that's another story.
What I wonder about is being a member of the Secret Service assigened to the first Family. The Trumps have a ten year old son and I wonder if he likes to hunt an fish.
Being assigned to him could probably be a pretty good deal I do know that Donald Jr and Eric, both of Trump's sons do hunt and fish.
"Hi, Honey. How was work?"
"Pretty good, dear. I nailed a white tail with one of the Trump older sons early this morning. Later after school I took his youngest out chasing squirrels. Next month it's Alaska for a week of fishing and then South Dakota for a pheasant hunt."
Sounds like from time to time it could be pretty good duty.
On the other hand, I sure would not want to be assigned to a president with a daughter. The sleep overs and girly stuff would drive me stark staring bonkers.
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What I wonder about is being a member of the Secret Service assigened to the first Family. The Trumps have a ten year old son and I wonder if he likes to hunt an fish.
Being assigned to him could probably be a pretty good deal I do know that Donald Jr and Eric, both of Trump's sons do hunt and fish.
"Hi, Honey. How was work?"
"Pretty good, dear. I nailed a white tail with one of the Trump older sons early this morning. Later after school I took his youngest out chasing squirrels. Next month it's Alaska for a week of fishing and then South Dakota for a pheasant hunt."
Sounds like from time to time it could be pretty good duty.
On the other hand, I sure would not want to be assigned to a president with a daughter. The sleep overs and girly stuff would drive me stark staring bonkers.
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Sunday, March 5, 2017
I am in the dog house again
because I gave some pretty good advice to a young man.
I do not know why some young people ask me for advice but from time to time they do. I generally give things some thought but not always.
A young man asked me which of three young ladies he ought to ask to a dance a while ago. I guess to him it is important and I suppose at his age I might feel the same way.
Still, as I am older I see it for what it is. He wants to go to a dance and thinks it is the most important thing in the world. He's not looking for a lifelong mate. He's looking for a date for a Friday night.
I told him to take the one with the biggest boobs.
He looked a bit stunned. I explained to him that it really made no difference because he ws just looking for a date to go to a dance with. If he was a bit older he might be looking for a mate which is a different case altogether.
He looked thoughtful and agreed that he wasn't looking to get married and then looked at me and said, "I think I'll ask the one with the second biggest boobs because the girl with the biggest boobs has a butt that kind of matches them for size."
Good point. It makes sense to me.
Incidentally if anyone is horrorfied reading this you might stop and think I am changing for the better.
About 35 years ago some kid asked me who to go to the prom with and my partner and I fixed him up with a local stripper.
I would imagine his parents are still looking for me.
His mother probably wants me dead and his father probably wants me to fix him up as his parents were divorced.
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I do not know why some young people ask me for advice but from time to time they do. I generally give things some thought but not always.
A young man asked me which of three young ladies he ought to ask to a dance a while ago. I guess to him it is important and I suppose at his age I might feel the same way.
Still, as I am older I see it for what it is. He wants to go to a dance and thinks it is the most important thing in the world. He's not looking for a lifelong mate. He's looking for a date for a Friday night.
I told him to take the one with the biggest boobs.
He looked a bit stunned. I explained to him that it really made no difference because he ws just looking for a date to go to a dance with. If he was a bit older he might be looking for a mate which is a different case altogether.
He looked thoughtful and agreed that he wasn't looking to get married and then looked at me and said, "I think I'll ask the one with the second biggest boobs because the girl with the biggest boobs has a butt that kind of matches them for size."
Good point. It makes sense to me.
Incidentally if anyone is horrorfied reading this you might stop and think I am changing for the better.
About 35 years ago some kid asked me who to go to the prom with and my partner and I fixed him up with a local stripper.
I would imagine his parents are still looking for me.
His mother probably wants me dead and his father probably wants me to fix him up as his parents were divorced.
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Saturday, March 4, 2017
I do not have to pay dues at my sportsman's club anymore.
Pretty neat!
This year they changed the rule on senior members. If you are over 60 and have been a paid member for 20 years your become a senior member. It used to be age 65 and I turned 65 a couple of months ago.
That's a pretty good deal. It is quite generous of the club to do that. They don't have to do that and don't really owe me anything. Still, I am grateful.
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This year they changed the rule on senior members. If you are over 60 and have been a paid member for 20 years your become a senior member. It used to be age 65 and I turned 65 a couple of months ago.
That's a pretty good deal. It is quite generous of the club to do that. They don't have to do that and don't really owe me anything. Still, I am grateful.
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Friday, March 3, 2017
I wanted to bite someone the other day
I was getting something off the shelf and some wannabe tough guy in a hurry reached up to get the same item which I suppose is OK but he stuck his arm about a quarter inch from my nose without so much as an excuse me.
"When I got out of high school I went into the army for a hitch," I said. "That was followed by about fifteen years in Alaska as a commercial fisherman and I have been a merchant seaman ever since. I am a fifty year chain smoker that has not had a smoke in well over a week. Please continue your poor manner at your own peril."
He looked somewhat shocked. I guess he has been getting away with poor manners for quite some time now.
"You would look foolish beating up an old man," I added. "You would also look foolish having to explain how you got bested by and old man getting ready to collect Social Security. Now show a few manners."
There really wasn't much he could do but wander off.
I wish more people would call people out on bad manners.
We'd all be better off.
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"When I got out of high school I went into the army for a hitch," I said. "That was followed by about fifteen years in Alaska as a commercial fisherman and I have been a merchant seaman ever since. I am a fifty year chain smoker that has not had a smoke in well over a week. Please continue your poor manner at your own peril."
He looked somewhat shocked. I guess he has been getting away with poor manners for quite some time now.
"You would look foolish beating up an old man," I added. "You would also look foolish having to explain how you got bested by and old man getting ready to collect Social Security. Now show a few manners."
There really wasn't much he could do but wander off.
I wish more people would call people out on bad manners.
We'd all be better off.
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Thursday, March 2, 2017
I decided to stop drinking for a while
because I have been stressed out lately for reasons I won't get into.
The first step was to go out and buy a fresh bottle of bourbon. I have done this and it remains unopened except for a couple of snorts that were poured for a neighbor.
I bought this so I would not run out.
It is one thing to stop doing something because you want to stop doing it.
It is another thing entirely to stop doing something because you ran out.
For that same reason there is a pack of Camels in the freezer as I go into my 4th smoke free month.
When the stressful part of the year passes I may resume having a drink here and there but I will not until the stressful period passes and I can relax with it instead of using it TO relax.
When in doubt, face things head on.
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The first step was to go out and buy a fresh bottle of bourbon. I have done this and it remains unopened except for a couple of snorts that were poured for a neighbor.
I bought this so I would not run out.
It is one thing to stop doing something because you want to stop doing it.
It is another thing entirely to stop doing something because you ran out.
For that same reason there is a pack of Camels in the freezer as I go into my 4th smoke free month.
When the stressful part of the year passes I may resume having a drink here and there but I will not until the stressful period passes and I can relax with it instead of using it TO relax.
When in doubt, face things head on.
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Wednesday, March 1, 2017
I saw Trump's speech last night
Like him or not, it was a good speech and I enjoyed it.
I do believe he has the support of the working stiff, especially the guy that is looking for work. He pointed out that a lot of companies are investing in the country since he was elected. There's a lot of money returning to the country since he got elected.
All in all it was a pretty good speech.
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I do believe he has the support of the working stiff, especially the guy that is looking for work. He pointed out that a lot of companies are investing in the country since he was elected. There's a lot of money returning to the country since he got elected.
All in all it was a pretty good speech.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Another day another dime.
Or whatever.
Today is a busy day but I will sit here for a few minutes before the organized chaos begins...
I have been in a mean funk of sorts for quite some time to the point where I have parked the bottle for a while. It hasn't helped a whole lot, but it hasn't hurt, either. I think I'll keep the jug where it is for a while and just leave it there for festive occasions like holidays.
I have attributed a lot of how I feel to smoking cessation and it still has not settled down very much. It is no easier than it was the day I stopped and to a point is a little more difficult in some ways.
When you look at what has basically been a fifty year habit it is pretty surprising I have gotten this far.
I am a perverse bastard and make damned sure there is a pack of Camels in the freezer. When I decided to stop drinking for a while I made damned sure I went out and bought a bottle of bourbon and put it away. This is so I don't go into a panic because I ran out.
There is a difference between not smoking and drinking because you want to stop and stopping because you ran out of smokes or booze.
It isn't for everybody, but for me the first step in stopping something like this is to stock up so you don't run out.
I have written that a while ago some person full of good intentions took my Camels out of the freezer. When I discovered it I went into somewhat of a panic and ran out and bought another pack and put it back in the freezer where it remains and will remain for quite some time.
Actually it is now tax time and as such is a VERY stressful time. I will not get into why save to say my other half gets worked up about it and it rubs off.
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Speaking of tax time I heard a couple of people I know that are born again liberals griping about tax time and how much they have to pay.
I laughed and told them that the money for their wonderful social programs had to come from somewhere and that by cheating on their taxes they would be hypocrites.
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In other news I went to the skeet range yesterday and picked up a bunch of slightly damaged clay pigeons and brought them home.
Right now they are in the crock pot (which is NOT plugged in).
There is a note to my wife next to it instructing her to let them simmer for a real long time to let them soften up.
You shoot it, you eat it.
Save the skeets!
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Today is a busy day but I will sit here for a few minutes before the organized chaos begins...
I have been in a mean funk of sorts for quite some time to the point where I have parked the bottle for a while. It hasn't helped a whole lot, but it hasn't hurt, either. I think I'll keep the jug where it is for a while and just leave it there for festive occasions like holidays.
I have attributed a lot of how I feel to smoking cessation and it still has not settled down very much. It is no easier than it was the day I stopped and to a point is a little more difficult in some ways.
When you look at what has basically been a fifty year habit it is pretty surprising I have gotten this far.
I am a perverse bastard and make damned sure there is a pack of Camels in the freezer. When I decided to stop drinking for a while I made damned sure I went out and bought a bottle of bourbon and put it away. This is so I don't go into a panic because I ran out.
There is a difference between not smoking and drinking because you want to stop and stopping because you ran out of smokes or booze.
It isn't for everybody, but for me the first step in stopping something like this is to stock up so you don't run out.
I have written that a while ago some person full of good intentions took my Camels out of the freezer. When I discovered it I went into somewhat of a panic and ran out and bought another pack and put it back in the freezer where it remains and will remain for quite some time.
Actually it is now tax time and as such is a VERY stressful time. I will not get into why save to say my other half gets worked up about it and it rubs off.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
Speaking of tax time I heard a couple of people I know that are born again liberals griping about tax time and how much they have to pay.
I laughed and told them that the money for their wonderful social programs had to come from somewhere and that by cheating on their taxes they would be hypocrites.
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In other news I went to the skeet range yesterday and picked up a bunch of slightly damaged clay pigeons and brought them home.
Right now they are in the crock pot (which is NOT plugged in).
There is a note to my wife next to it instructing her to let them simmer for a real long time to let them soften up.
You shoot it, you eat it.
Save the skeets!
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Monday, February 27, 2017
Really? How could that possibly be? Piccolo gets an assist.
from an octogenarian.
There was a cheerful youngster in front of me in Target the other day. I looked at the lad and asked him how old he was and he said he was six.
I smiled and told him that when I was his age I was nine. The kid smiled. He knew he was having his leg pulled. His mother was an idiot.
She looked at me. "How could that possibly be?" she asked.
The old man behind me looked up and with a straight face explained to the confused woman that we had to grow up faster back then because we were in the middle of a war.
Hook, line and sinker.
Whoever you are, Old Timer, I thank you.
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There was a cheerful youngster in front of me in Target the other day. I looked at the lad and asked him how old he was and he said he was six.
I smiled and told him that when I was his age I was nine. The kid smiled. He knew he was having his leg pulled. His mother was an idiot.
She looked at me. "How could that possibly be?" she asked.
The old man behind me looked up and with a straight face explained to the confused woman that we had to grow up faster back then because we were in the middle of a war.
Hook, line and sinker.
Whoever you are, Old Timer, I thank you.
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Sunday, February 26, 2017
I am working on my secondary laptop this morning because
I am busy downloading updates on my new primary one.
The last of the Itronix Gobooks I have used for years is now semi retired and sits in a far away nook.
A relative gave me a wonderful Dell a few months ago and I decided NOT to use it for travel. It is hooked up to my TV and will remain there for whatever I decide to watch that I can snag on line.
The other night I watched a pretty good free movie I scored.
This morning is sort of a funky morning. I am in the process of firing up another cell phone which a month ago would have made no sense. My new smart phone is somewhat of a nuisance to pack around everywhere and when I leave it on the table for some reason I miss calls.
I am seriously thinking of jettisoning my smart phone and going with a data plan on a Kindle and a simple flip phone but am not sure yet.
The problem is texting as I hate texting on a flip phone and lately texting has increased to the point of being an aggravation. However I often do have to reply.
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The last of the Itronix Gobooks I have used for years is now semi retired and sits in a far away nook.
A relative gave me a wonderful Dell a few months ago and I decided NOT to use it for travel. It is hooked up to my TV and will remain there for whatever I decide to watch that I can snag on line.
The other night I watched a pretty good free movie I scored.
This morning is sort of a funky morning. I am in the process of firing up another cell phone which a month ago would have made no sense. My new smart phone is somewhat of a nuisance to pack around everywhere and when I leave it on the table for some reason I miss calls.
I am seriously thinking of jettisoning my smart phone and going with a data plan on a Kindle and a simple flip phone but am not sure yet.
The problem is texting as I hate texting on a flip phone and lately texting has increased to the point of being an aggravation. However I often do have to reply.
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Saturday, February 25, 2017
Yesterday's gone,
Thank God.
It was a stressful day full of stupid.
One good thing happened, though. I upgraded and picked up another solid modern laptop.
Yesterday I had to listen to a lot of screaming, shouting and carrying on. It is things like yesterday that make me wonder about way the legal system is set up.
It wasn't long ago that the police departments had a little more discretion to let things slide.
When screamer gets in your face telling you that if you do anything they will have you arrested then you know that the law is being abused.
If I had my way there would be a civil behavior clause in a lot of laws. It would say that people have the right to protection under law only so long as they themselves stayed civil.
It would do a lot to force people to behave themselves.
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Friday, February 24, 2017
I am watching an advertisement
for an computer anti virus.
It is a supposed Russian hacker bragging about how rich he has gotten hacking American computers. He says that the only anti virus he can't sneak through is such and such.
I have had enough of Russian hackers.
If this guy was really as good as he says he is he would have been bragging about fixing our recent presidential election.
On the other hand I suppose I wouldn't believe that either.
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Thursday, February 23, 2017
Last night I went to a junk auction.
It was hilarious.
It was a fun fund raiser for the local radio club. Everyone emptied their junk boxes and took them to the meeting to be auctioned off.
Someone had a bunch of old dictaphone parts that were being auctioned off.
While the bidding was going on for those someone asked me if I remember using a dictaphone.
I told him I always used my finger.
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It was a fun fund raiser for the local radio club. Everyone emptied their junk boxes and took them to the meeting to be auctioned off.
Someone had a bunch of old dictaphone parts that were being auctioned off.
While the bidding was going on for those someone asked me if I remember using a dictaphone.
I told him I always used my finger.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017
A series of bad decisions...
I am up, it is late and I do not feel very good because of a series of bad decisions spiraled.
I skipped dinner and had a drink that hit an empty stomach and kind of hit me a little harder than usual. It also made me hungry so I ordered a pizza and ate the whole damned thing.
Actually the pizza hurt me worse than a drink on an empty stomach this morning. It'll likely take a couple hours to get me running on all cylinders again.
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I skipped dinner and had a drink that hit an empty stomach and kind of hit me a little harder than usual. It also made me hungry so I ordered a pizza and ate the whole damned thing.
Actually the pizza hurt me worse than a drink on an empty stomach this morning. It'll likely take a couple hours to get me running on all cylinders again.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2017
My mother was not alone on my
shit list of people that didn't know what was good for them.
In my lifetime I have had to deal with quite a number of people that thought they knew what was good for me and have tried to steer me in this direction or that. It never works unless it is the direction I was headed to anyway.
As I write now I have been smoke free for nearly 100 days. However, there is a pack of Camels in the freezer in case I decide I want a smoke. It is the third pack I have put there since I stopped smoking.
Someone keeps taking it out and throwing it away because they are afraid of me seeing it and starting up again. I keep replacing it and last month has a loud word with my wife to leave it the hell alone and stop trying to save me from myself.
One of my biggest pet peeves is someone trying to save me from myself. It generally results in an ugly knee jerk reaction.
Let's look at my smoking cessation. I have stopped smoking. I have NOT quit because I have never quit anything in my life. If nothing else, I am persistent. I do not quit.
I have stopped smoking because I wanted to stop smoking and I reserve the right to start up again any time I see fit.
If I knew the world was going to end tomorrow I would go straight to the nearest 7-Eleven and buy a pack of Camels, climb up onto the top of my roof, light up and watch the world end.
I had a long talk with my doctor about old age and although it took him some figuring out, he finally understood. He knows that if I end up with some always fatal disease he is to give me the OK to start up again. Until then I suppose I will stay smoke free but maybe not. Either way it is my choice and only my choice and there is nothing anyone else can do about it. Tough shit.
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In my lifetime I have had to deal with quite a number of people that thought they knew what was good for me and have tried to steer me in this direction or that. It never works unless it is the direction I was headed to anyway.
As I write now I have been smoke free for nearly 100 days. However, there is a pack of Camels in the freezer in case I decide I want a smoke. It is the third pack I have put there since I stopped smoking.
Someone keeps taking it out and throwing it away because they are afraid of me seeing it and starting up again. I keep replacing it and last month has a loud word with my wife to leave it the hell alone and stop trying to save me from myself.
One of my biggest pet peeves is someone trying to save me from myself. It generally results in an ugly knee jerk reaction.
Let's look at my smoking cessation. I have stopped smoking. I have NOT quit because I have never quit anything in my life. If nothing else, I am persistent. I do not quit.
I have stopped smoking because I wanted to stop smoking and I reserve the right to start up again any time I see fit.
If I knew the world was going to end tomorrow I would go straight to the nearest 7-Eleven and buy a pack of Camels, climb up onto the top of my roof, light up and watch the world end.
I had a long talk with my doctor about old age and although it took him some figuring out, he finally understood. He knows that if I end up with some always fatal disease he is to give me the OK to start up again. Until then I suppose I will stay smoke free but maybe not. Either way it is my choice and only my choice and there is nothing anyone else can do about it. Tough shit.
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Monday, February 20, 2017
I miss my father.
Lately I have been mulling over the years between 25 and about 40. All I can say is thank God for my father.
After my first marriage failed I changed course and started to follow my childhood dreams and moved into a tipi in the Rockies. After a year or so of that I hitch hiked to Alaska and lived there in an alternative lifestyle for well over a decade.
Meanwhile my mother was always asking me when I was going to marry an nice Catholic girl and settle down.
For the life of me I could never get it into that poor woman's head that my situation was a big Catch-22.
Any women that had her act together would take one look at me and run off instantly. If she didn't and appeared interested I looked carefully and it didn't take long to find out something was wrong with her and I didn't want anything to do with her.
One time my mom pointed out that a certain young lady had just graduated from Notre Dame and was single. She also pointed out the lady in question had a rich father.
"That's all I need," I shot back. "If he is rich and sees I look at his daughter even cross-eyed he is going to schlep Vito a few grand and have me whacked!"
"Well, how about that other girl?" mom asked.
"That spoiled brat?" I replied. "It would be cheaper and easier for me to go through life with a string of prostitutes."
Mom turned purple.
Dad came to the rescue. ''If anyone like our oldest son even gave any of my daughters a passing glance I'd have him whacked in an instant."
I heard the refrigerator open and close. Dad came into the room carrying a 6-pack.
"Let's go fishin'" he said. We left for Damon's Point.
When we got to the Point a few minutes later Dad wordlessly handed me a hand line and took another one and we headed to the bridge. There were no hooks on the lines, just a simple sinker. No use letting a fishing trip to the Point get ruined by some damned fish.
We both spooled out line and threw the sinkers into the river and opened beers.We rested against the railing and communicated for the next couple of hours. He knew and understood and I knew he understood. We just stood there overlooking the horizon and enjoyed each other's company in harmony and total communication.
After a while we both spooled in the hand lines, got into the car and drove home.
From the time we left to the time we arrived home neither of us had said one single word to each other but we both knew what the other was thinking.
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Sunday, February 19, 2017
Today is Day 100 smoke free
And last night was a gold plated son of a bitch.
I had to go to a memorial service for a friend. It sucked because I never knew she passed until the service was over and the reception at the family manse was going on.
I went and explained that nobody had told me and it was a chance occurrence I had even found out.
I didn't like it, really because there were just too many damned triggers there and I was constantly craving a smoke.
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I had to go to a memorial service for a friend. It sucked because I never knew she passed until the service was over and the reception at the family manse was going on.
I went and explained that nobody had told me and it was a chance occurrence I had even found out.
I didn't like it, really because there were just too many damned triggers there and I was constantly craving a smoke.
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Friday, February 17, 2017
A day of intense frustration and anger
I am not going to get into it on a public forum but today I was forced to start Spring Cleaning a couple of months early.
It is what it is.
Last night I had a nice game dinner at my local Sportsman's club.
I had some nice elk, pheasant and rabbit. It was good eating.
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It is what it is.
Last night I had a nice game dinner at my local Sportsman's club.
I had some nice elk, pheasant and rabbit. It was good eating.
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Thursday, February 16, 2017
Sometimes you wish someone would just give something a rest.
I am STILL hearing about the Al Capone comment I made the other day.
Give it a rest, already.
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I have too damned much to do today and I do have a pretty good lead on it already. A big part is house cleaning. Last night I sprayed the toilet, sink and tub down with Zep and it will only take me a few minutes to clean those up.
Why bust your ass?
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Give it a rest, already.
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I have too damned much to do today and I do have a pretty good lead on it already. A big part is house cleaning. Last night I sprayed the toilet, sink and tub down with Zep and it will only take me a few minutes to clean those up.
Why bust your ass?
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Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Explaining that yesterday was 87 years since Capone's guys hit 7 of Bugs Moran's
did not prove to be a good idea.
I may post something later on today.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Today is St. Valentine's Day
And in 1929 four of Al Capone's boys gunned down seven of Bugs Moran's guys in a Chicago garage.
Happy Valentine's Day!
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Yesterday was a circus. I did manage to get my physical done.
One of the newer medical assistants asked me about a scar. She's probably pretty new and somewhat naive. Like most men that have made their careers outside working with tools I carry well over a score of various nicks and scars.
I told her I didn't remember where I got the one she asked about.
She looked a bit incredulous and seemed shocked I couldn't remember so I looked at it.
"Oh, that one," I said.
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Happy Valentine's Day!
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Yesterday was a circus. I did manage to get my physical done.
One of the newer medical assistants asked me about a scar. She's probably pretty new and somewhat naive. Like most men that have made their careers outside working with tools I carry well over a score of various nicks and scars.
I told her I didn't remember where I got the one she asked about.
She looked a bit incredulous and seemed shocked I couldn't remember so I looked at it.
"Oh, that one," I said.
She looked at me and I said, "I was celebrating my tenth birthday getting drunk with my old man in a whorehouse. While we were checking out the girls when some sailor was all coked up and came at me with a busted beer bottle. I was a little faster and stuck him with my switchblade before he could hit me twice."
I expected a look of horror but was pleasantly surprised.
"You really don't know where that scar came from, do you?"
"Most guys that worked outside don't. It's just another day. I probably patched it up with duct tape and went back to work," I replied.
She gave me a thoughtful look and said, "It goes with the lifestyle, huh?"
Actually she may have been inexperienced but she was at least intelligent and willing to learn. She's OK.
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Now comes the rough part of the physical. I have to get the form checked out by the Coast Guard.
The main office is in WV but my Regional Exam Center is in Toledo, Ohio and the people there are great. I will send my form to the Toledo people who will go over it with a fine toothed comb and forward it to West Virginia. That way things will go through reasonably well.
I used to have my file in Baltimore because it was semi-convenient. I could just go into work a day early and have things taken care of.
However, something there changed and they became difficult to work with. I heard that Toledo was a good REC. I checked the map and found it was actually a little closer and I went past Camp Perry so I moved my file there.
It was the smartest thing I ever did. Those people there have been wonderful.
Quite a while ago one of the Coast Guard muckety mucks started bellyaching that a lot of guys were having their files moved to another REC. He was going to get to the bottom of it and stop people from 'shopping' around for a new REC.
I had a friend that lived no more than fifteen or twenty minutes from REC Baltimore and he moved his file to Toledo because he felt that Baltimore got too sticky to deal with.
What happened is that some of the places simply obeyed the law as written. Other places added additional requirements above and beyond what was required. They did this because of the phrase "Or as directed by the OCMI." They made the requirements more stringent.
Of COURSE guys are going to avoid a place like that and for a while a lot of people simply moved their files to a location that simply obeyed the law as written with no added crap.
When a guy meets the requirements for an upgrade in his license or document he wants it upgraded. He doesn't want to hear that some local honcho has turned the REC into his personal little fiefdom and is making his own rules. Quite often an upgrade means that there is a pay raise involved, sometimes a substantial one. We are talking money here in many instances and that is nothing to fool with.
About 20 years ago I had a problem upgrading my ticket because of some arbitrary crap at the REC. Fortunately the company I was employed with at the time had been having too many of their people getting cheated out of their upgrades and they backed my request up with a lawyer. I got my upgrade.
Still, that should not have happened. I yanked my file and moved it shortly thereafter.
A few years back the Coast Guard centralized everything. Now everyone is playing on the same page. Things seem to go fairly smoothly. The RECs no longer administer the sailor's files and issue licenses. That's done in West Virginia. Instead they simply administer examinations and do a few simpler things to assist the people in WV. It is actually a fairer system.
Still, though. I shoot every bit of my paperwork through the REC because they will inspect it and make sure it will go through easily and save me having to mail and remail things.
My advice to younger guys is not to get involved with a seaman's career because it is only going to get harder and harder to keep one's license. I have said this before and I will say it again, the more the government gets involved the more troublesome something becomes.
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Monday, February 13, 2017
Ahh, yes. Coast Guard physical time.
Which is par golf.
I have said they make things harder and harder every year.
One item on the Coast Guard physical form is colorblindness. One has to be tested for it.
It makes sense to do this for the initial physical because an AB or licensee has to be able to know what color navigation lights are.
However, you don't 'get' colorblindness. You are either colorblind or you are not. It is not something you get from drinking rotgut liquor.
If I recall I had someone arrange to send the clinic I use a set of chromatic plates of some sort for this test because most clinics don't have them. I think I paid $10 for it on eBay.
I know another guy who had a family doctor with no proper way to test for colorblindness. The man went found an old Williams Lantern rig at an antique store and gave it to his family doctor.
The doctor set it up in the waiting room as a display and when someone came in for a Coast Guard physical he's fire the old rig up right there in the waiting room.
Why the Coast Guard persists on colorblindness tests is beyond me.
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I have said they make things harder and harder every year.
One item on the Coast Guard physical form is colorblindness. One has to be tested for it.
It makes sense to do this for the initial physical because an AB or licensee has to be able to know what color navigation lights are.
However, you don't 'get' colorblindness. You are either colorblind or you are not. It is not something you get from drinking rotgut liquor.
If I recall I had someone arrange to send the clinic I use a set of chromatic plates of some sort for this test because most clinics don't have them. I think I paid $10 for it on eBay.
I know another guy who had a family doctor with no proper way to test for colorblindness. The man went found an old Williams Lantern rig at an antique store and gave it to his family doctor.
The doctor set it up in the waiting room as a display and when someone came in for a Coast Guard physical he's fire the old rig up right there in the waiting room.
Why the Coast Guard persists on colorblindness tests is beyond me.
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Sunday, February 12, 2017
Another Sunday morning and I am already at it early.
Started the day off after a good sleep and a pretty good cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. I should do this more often because it's good coffee.
Tomorrow I have to get my act together and get myself another Coast Guard physical because they changed the requirements. They now require one every two years. It used to be every five with a renewal.
In fact when I first got my document it was when you first got it issued and it was good for life.
I am nearing the end of my career and over the past thirty or so years have watched the government make things more and more difficult and expensive.
When I first started licenses and documents were free. Documents were good for life and licenses required a renewal every 5 years. The renewal was a simple process that took a few minutes. You went down to the REC and signed a few statements and you were off and running for another half-decade.
It grows more and more difficult to keep things going and it will not take much for an older guy to go bust on a physical and have to leave the industry ahead of schedule.
Looking at things the way they have become I would NOT recommend a career in the Merchant Marine for a young guy to enter as it grows harder and harder to last a full career.
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Tomorrow I have to get my act together and get myself another Coast Guard physical because they changed the requirements. They now require one every two years. It used to be every five with a renewal.
In fact when I first got my document it was when you first got it issued and it was good for life.
I am nearing the end of my career and over the past thirty or so years have watched the government make things more and more difficult and expensive.
When I first started licenses and documents were free. Documents were good for life and licenses required a renewal every 5 years. The renewal was a simple process that took a few minutes. You went down to the REC and signed a few statements and you were off and running for another half-decade.
It grows more and more difficult to keep things going and it will not take much for an older guy to go bust on a physical and have to leave the industry ahead of schedule.
Looking at things the way they have become I would NOT recommend a career in the Merchant Marine for a young guy to enter as it grows harder and harder to last a full career.
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Saturday, February 11, 2017
Right now I am watching the flooding behind the dam in Oroville, CA
To me it looks like the dam will eventually fail catastrophically.
Top men say everything is safe.
Top men.
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Top men say everything is safe.
Top men.
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Busy as hell on Day 91
Will post twice tomorrow or some damned thing
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Friday, February 10, 2017
(Day 90)
I sacked out on the couch last night for no real reason other than the fact that it was a change of pace. Oddly enough, I sleep as well there as I do in my bed.
The damned cat attacked my feet at some ungodly hour and I shook him off and I think he got flying lessons but I am not sure. Man nor beast gets a break if they attack me in my sleep.
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Out the window I see the deer are in grey which is what they do this time of year. It is actually a whitish shade of grey. In a couple of months they will turn brown again.
I have a larger cast iron skillet that needs a re-seasoning so I used that for bacon this morning. The best thing you can do to a cast iron skillet is fry bacon.
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I hate snow.
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The damned cat attacked my feet at some ungodly hour and I shook him off and I think he got flying lessons but I am not sure. Man nor beast gets a break if they attack me in my sleep.
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Out the window I see the deer are in grey which is what they do this time of year. It is actually a whitish shade of grey. In a couple of months they will turn brown again.
I have a larger cast iron skillet that needs a re-seasoning so I used that for bacon this morning. The best thing you can do to a cast iron skillet is fry bacon.
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I hate snow.
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Thursday, February 9, 2017
(Day 89) An ATNO confirmed.
I came home to three QSL cards, Kazakhstan, Grenada and Tidra Island, Mauritania.
I already have Grenada and Kazakhstan.
Mauritania is an ATNO, an All Time New One. This brings my total up to over 210 different entities. The fact that they were on Tidra Island I suppose means something to Islands on the Air (IOTA) collectors.
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I came home last night to a wife that was warning me about a storm that was supposed to hit. I did what everyone else does. I bought some bread, milk and eggs so I can make French toast.
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Yesterday I was on the Turnpike and the PA Turnpike people have a couple of billboards up advertising their rest areas. One is of a little kid with a BIG ice cream cone. The caption reads, 'Tantrum averted'.
What a poor example for the state to put up on a billboard!
I am now seriously considering renting a billboard and setting up a picture of a kid getting a serious hickory shampoo and labeling that one 'Tantrum averted'. Maybe set up one of those Gofundme accounts or something.
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I already have Grenada and Kazakhstan.
Mauritania is an ATNO, an All Time New One. This brings my total up to over 210 different entities. The fact that they were on Tidra Island I suppose means something to Islands on the Air (IOTA) collectors.
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I came home last night to a wife that was warning me about a storm that was supposed to hit. I did what everyone else does. I bought some bread, milk and eggs so I can make French toast.
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Yesterday I was on the Turnpike and the PA Turnpike people have a couple of billboards up advertising their rest areas. One is of a little kid with a BIG ice cream cone. The caption reads, 'Tantrum averted'.
What a poor example for the state to put up on a billboard!
I am now seriously considering renting a billboard and setting up a picture of a kid getting a serious hickory shampoo and labeling that one 'Tantrum averted'. Maybe set up one of those Gofundme accounts or something.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2017
(Day 88) Thank you, President Putin. You're one of the good guys
I knew you'd never let Atlanta win.
Thank you,
Piccolo
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Thank you,
Piccolo
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Tuesday, February 7, 2017
(Day 87) What is a veteran?
Simpy put a veteran is someone that served in the armed forces for a period of time. They come in all shape and sizes.
Some of them enter as whiney little dweebs and leave the service as whiney little dweebs. Others enter as bullies and get cut down to size quickly. Yet others leave the service as positively changed people, a of more motivated and competent because of their service.
Some served as actual fighters but most were not. It generally takes 7-10 people to keep one man in the field. Their jobs ranged from stateside clerks all the way over to special operations types and a lot in between.
I don't have a clue as to how many people it takes for the Air Force to keep one fighter plane up and running. I also don't have any idea how many people it takes in addition to the actual crew to keep a ship of any size afloat.
Personally, I was lucky. I enlisted and picked up a combat arms MOS that was in short supply. I was trained as an artillery surveyor but spent time running an arms room and occasionally was detailed to run ad hoc rifle squads.
I was promoted ahead of schedule and got out as a Sp/5 after my 3 year hitch. The rank itself no longer exists. For all intents and purposes, I was a sergeant. In fact I never wore the Sp/5 device when I was promoted. I was ordered to wear sergeant stripes and was treated like one. I digress.
One thing that everyone that served was given was a fair chance to go as far as their drive and abilities would take them. The beauty of the services in my day is it was strictly a meritocracy.
When I served formal education was not scrutinized like it is today. I served under a First Sergeant with a grammar school education and a captain that had not finished his degree. He was taking night courses. He had been an enlisted man, learned to fly and had been promoted to a warrant officer upon earning his wings. He had later been promoted to the commissioned ranks based on his abilities.
My First Sergeant was another interesting person. He was quite a character and knew how to goet things done. He had little formal education and a huge amount of native wisdom.
I learned a lot in the service. When I briefly ran a small rifle squad it was my duty to see that I drew rations for them and various other supplies needed to run the show.
Much of this was as informal as swinging my the chow hall and grabbing a couple cases of C-rations. Sometimes I would have to go to the training aids department and draw equipment there. I was responsible for issue and return of this stuff. It was my name on the reciept and I was expected to turn the stuff back in.
My battery commander, a non-college graduate captain, was responsible for the lives, comfort, safety, and utilization of about 160 men. It's a pretty heady responsibility for a guy still in his twenties.
While the lieutenants were responsible for the administration of the various platoons, it was the platoon sergeants that ran things on a day by day basis. Smart lieutenants worked closely with their platoon sergeants.
Next down the chain were the squad leaders and finally to the privates. Privates that showed promise and accepted responsibility didn't stay privates very long as a general rule.
The other services have and had somewhat different forms of organization but the principle was the same.
Most people left after their service changed people and if they didn't learn a lot of things about getting things done, they were most certainly exposed to these things.
Were all of the service people good? Certainly not. Not all of them. There were duds in the service. It was really not a whole lot different than life in a well organized business. Still, there are and were a lot of things that even the duds learned.
For one thing they learned to live with other people. The services are and always have been a hodgepodge of Americans of every kind. From city boys to country bumpkins, all races, all religions and of both sexes.
Back when I served sometimes people would tell their career NCOs that there was no platoon of riflemen to lead back on the block. It's certainly true.
Still, a person that has led a platoon can take the same skills and use them in a later civilian occupation. Leadership skills are not generally job specific. A good platoon sergeant would probably make a pretty good floor boss. He knows people and he knows organization. These are important skills to have.
I recall a guy that was often looked up to by his co workers. From time to time during coffee breaks people would ask him for advice on raising their kids. He would offer it and more often than not it was good advice. He was respected for this by his co workers. His suggestions generally involved giving the kids more responsibilities and more accountability.
One day over coffee someone asked him about his kids and he said that he didn't have any. Everyone looked a bit stunned. They expected him to be the father of a huge brood of kids.
He shrugged and explained that he had been an Army NCO and had run a platoon of combat engineers. When you consider that quite a number of his charges were still teenagers it makes sense that he knew young people.
Evidence of military service can even be seen in homeless shelters. Hand a homeless man a bunk and bedding and watch. If he whips up a neat bunk with hospital corners on the sheets in jig time and it's a pretty good bet the man was a serviceman at one time or another.
I won't say that hiring a vet is a guarantee of hiring a crackerjack employee. I will say that the odds of getting a crackerjack out of the veteran population are certainly a lot higher than finding one in the non veteran community.
For one thing proof of military service is proof positive that at one time the veteran moved out of his mom's basement. By enlisting he had written a check to the United States government payable up to and including his life.
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Simpy put a veteran is someone that served in the armed forces for a period of time. They come in all shape and sizes.
Some of them enter as whiney little dweebs and leave the service as whiney little dweebs. Others enter as bullies and get cut down to size quickly. Yet others leave the service as positively changed people, a of more motivated and competent because of their service.
Some served as actual fighters but most were not. It generally takes 7-10 people to keep one man in the field. Their jobs ranged from stateside clerks all the way over to special operations types and a lot in between.
I don't have a clue as to how many people it takes for the Air Force to keep one fighter plane up and running. I also don't have any idea how many people it takes in addition to the actual crew to keep a ship of any size afloat.
Personally, I was lucky. I enlisted and picked up a combat arms MOS that was in short supply. I was trained as an artillery surveyor but spent time running an arms room and occasionally was detailed to run ad hoc rifle squads.
I was promoted ahead of schedule and got out as a Sp/5 after my 3 year hitch. The rank itself no longer exists. For all intents and purposes, I was a sergeant. In fact I never wore the Sp/5 device when I was promoted. I was ordered to wear sergeant stripes and was treated like one. I digress.
One thing that everyone that served was given was a fair chance to go as far as their drive and abilities would take them. The beauty of the services in my day is it was strictly a meritocracy.
When I served formal education was not scrutinized like it is today. I served under a First Sergeant with a grammar school education and a captain that had not finished his degree. He was taking night courses. He had been an enlisted man, learned to fly and had been promoted to a warrant officer upon earning his wings. He had later been promoted to the commissioned ranks based on his abilities.
My First Sergeant was another interesting person. He was quite a character and knew how to goet things done. He had little formal education and a huge amount of native wisdom.
I learned a lot in the service. When I briefly ran a small rifle squad it was my duty to see that I drew rations for them and various other supplies needed to run the show.
Much of this was as informal as swinging my the chow hall and grabbing a couple cases of C-rations. Sometimes I would have to go to the training aids department and draw equipment there. I was responsible for issue and return of this stuff. It was my name on the reciept and I was expected to turn the stuff back in.
My battery commander, a non-college graduate captain, was responsible for the lives, comfort, safety, and utilization of about 160 men. It's a pretty heady responsibility for a guy still in his twenties.
While the lieutenants were responsible for the administration of the various platoons, it was the platoon sergeants that ran things on a day by day basis. Smart lieutenants worked closely with their platoon sergeants.
Next down the chain were the squad leaders and finally to the privates. Privates that showed promise and accepted responsibility didn't stay privates very long as a general rule.
The other services have and had somewhat different forms of organization but the principle was the same.
Most people left after their service changed people and if they didn't learn a lot of things about getting things done, they were most certainly exposed to these things.
Were all of the service people good? Certainly not. Not all of them. There were duds in the service. It was really not a whole lot different than life in a well organized business. Still, there are and were a lot of things that even the duds learned.
For one thing they learned to live with other people. The services are and always have been a hodgepodge of Americans of every kind. From city boys to country bumpkins, all races, all religions and of both sexes.
Back when I served sometimes people would tell their career NCOs that there was no platoon of riflemen to lead back on the block. It's certainly true.
Still, a person that has led a platoon can take the same skills and use them in a later civilian occupation. Leadership skills are not generally job specific. A good platoon sergeant would probably make a pretty good floor boss. He knows people and he knows organization. These are important skills to have.
I recall a guy that was often looked up to by his co workers. From time to time during coffee breaks people would ask him for advice on raising their kids. He would offer it and more often than not it was good advice. He was respected for this by his co workers. His suggestions generally involved giving the kids more responsibilities and more accountability.
One day over coffee someone asked him about his kids and he said that he didn't have any. Everyone looked a bit stunned. They expected him to be the father of a huge brood of kids.
He shrugged and explained that he had been an Army NCO and had run a platoon of combat engineers. When you consider that quite a number of his charges were still teenagers it makes sense that he knew young people.
Evidence of military service can even be seen in homeless shelters. Hand a homeless man a bunk and bedding and watch. If he whips up a neat bunk with hospital corners on the sheets in jig time and it's a pretty good bet the man was a serviceman at one time or another.
I won't say that hiring a vet is a guarantee of hiring a crackerjack employee. I will say that the odds of getting a crackerjack out of the veteran population are certainly a lot higher than finding one in the non veteran community.
For one thing proof of military service is proof positive that at one time the veteran moved out of his mom's basement. By enlisting he had written a check to the United States government payable up to and including his life.
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Monday, February 6, 2017
(Day 86) A while ago a friend of mine asked me for my first aid kit.
I handed him a roll of duct tape.
When you think about it for a minute, a roll of duct tape is pretty much all anyone needs for the small stuff. That and maybe a box of Kleenex to sop up the blood.
Over the years I have had my fair share of small cuts, slices and knicks. I just make them bleed a bit to let blood wash the nasty stuff out and then bind it up with tape as best I can and inside a few days everything is pretty much back to normal.
One time Mrs. Pic got a pretty good slice in the kitchen. She told me and asked me to take a look at it and see if she needed stitches.
I glanced at it and then grabbed it and squeezed it a bit to make it bleed and offered to bind it up. I put a chunk of paper towel on it and went for the duct tape.
She gave me 'the look' for a second and said nothing. She watched me pull the slice shut and tape it shut. It stopped bleeding and I told her she was good to go. She looked at it dubiously and went about her business.
A few days later she pulled the tape off and reported that it was practically all healed. She was somewhat surprised.
I explained that the trick was go gather all the parts, clean them up, put them together and make them stay together. Then leave it alone until the miracle (healing) occurred. That's about it. That's all it takes.
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When you think about it for a minute, a roll of duct tape is pretty much all anyone needs for the small stuff. That and maybe a box of Kleenex to sop up the blood.
Over the years I have had my fair share of small cuts, slices and knicks. I just make them bleed a bit to let blood wash the nasty stuff out and then bind it up with tape as best I can and inside a few days everything is pretty much back to normal.
One time Mrs. Pic got a pretty good slice in the kitchen. She told me and asked me to take a look at it and see if she needed stitches.
I glanced at it and then grabbed it and squeezed it a bit to make it bleed and offered to bind it up. I put a chunk of paper towel on it and went for the duct tape.
She gave me 'the look' for a second and said nothing. She watched me pull the slice shut and tape it shut. It stopped bleeding and I told her she was good to go. She looked at it dubiously and went about her business.
A few days later she pulled the tape off and reported that it was practically all healed. She was somewhat surprised.
I explained that the trick was go gather all the parts, clean them up, put them together and make them stay together. Then leave it alone until the miracle (healing) occurred. That's about it. That's all it takes.
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Sunday, February 5, 2017
(Day 85) One of the things I have noticed about a lot of people on the left is their propensity to use violence to get what they want.
Many of them have advocated murdering the present POTUS.
What they seem to forget that if it is OK for one side to be violent it is OK for the other side to respond in kind.
I wonder it these people know what they are talking about. Do they want a civil war? If they keep it up they will probably GET a civil war and it is not going to be very pretty. Civil wars can get rather sporty. I wonder how many of you have skills to live outside after your house gets burned to the ground.
I wonder what you are going to do when your friends and loved ones turn up dead, injured and missing. Remember, in war these things happen. Bombs, bullets and fire have no conscience. Of course, by then it will be too late.
Sarah Silverman asked for a military coup. What stupidity!
For one thing the troops already LOVE Trump after being in the back seat for the past 8 years. For another thing, James Mattis is a GOD to the troops. They will follow him anywhere.
For another thing, most veterans are conservative. The truth is the conservative kids have been bearing the brunt of our wars since the end of the draft. While many have been out of the service for decades, mast of them retain their skills to a certain extent.
The Left would most certainly come up short in training and skills if a civil war broke out.
Of course, the Sarah Silvermans of the world really don't plan on getting all dirty and bloody. They want to get other people to do their dirty work for them. Maybe get the uneducated minorities fired up with a bunch of false promises.
I was around in the 60s and saw that the left started catering to the Black and other minority communities by filling their heads full of false promises. The rich Sarah Silvermans would sit in their palaces on the other side of San Francisco Bay and watch as the blacks in the wrong side of town rioted and tore things up.
Is that your plan, Sarah? To sit there and watch others get chopped up while you sit idly by watching CNN? While you sit across the bay?
From The National Lampoon Radio Dinner album, 1972
It's too bad the so-called minority organizers were not a bit brighter and could see through all of this bullshit and tell their people to let the limousine liberals do their own fighting.
Not too bright, Sarah. Hope you get a visit from the Secret Service.
Keep singing, Sarah.
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Saturday, February 4, 2017
(Day 84) What a bunch of slobs!
I just heard where they have coughed up one and a half million bucks to clean up after the messes made by the Dakota pipeline protesters. I'm not surprised.
I saw the pictures of the mess the Earth Day people left in Washington DC, the mess made at Woodstock in '69 and the pig sty left behind by the women of the recent Woman's March in Washington DC.
ALL of these people have babbled about taking care of the earth, yet they have left an awful lot behind them.
This is something I have noticed over the years that a lot of these so called friends of the planet don't really give a damn. The cause is simply something to prattle on about. If they did care they would leave the places they meet at nicer than they were when the showed up. Or at least in the same shape they found it.
I did notice that after the TEA party left Washington the place was in pretty good shape.
Yet you will never hear about it in the media, especially the media we have now. It would not fit their agenda.
A few years ago at Camp Perry I put the place on the air with my ham rig. I have gotten the OK from the CO, they had given me a little spot and I was on the air for about a week. A friend showed up and the last thing we did after the gear was packed up to go home we ran a police call and left the place in a little better condition than we found it in.
I'm not a hippie or a friend of the planet. I just don't like trashy areas. It didn't take much to police the area as I had used a trash bag for all of the waste I generated.
I remember the time I had my sailboat in port and some hippie chick came down oohing and ahhing about how my sailboat was so cool because it didn't pollute. She asked me if she could do me any favors. I asked her for a ride to the food store.
When we got to the parking lot she was driving a huge gas hog that burned oil at an alarming rate. You could follow the smoke trail all the way to the market. Typical hippie crap. Babble one thing and do another.
Still, I see all sorts of people babbling about saving the planet and all they do is run their mouths and leave the place dirtier. It appears to me that most of these people involved are simply looking for some kind of stylish cause to be seen supporting.
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Friday, February 3, 2017
(Day 83) An old Facebook post of mine
"When the sails filled, I took the tiller and looked ahead. After a few minutes I handed the tiller to my shipmate and told him I was headed below to think a minute.
I was 33 years old, had a high school diploma and a little college, I had skills, a willingness to work, no job and none in the offing. I had very little money, but enough grub to last a while and the tools to fish or hunt to supplement what I did have.
I was now responsible for the life of my shipmate. This didn’t tread lightly on me. I now had to think for the pair of us.
Everything I owned except for a fifteen year-old rusty pickup and a few tools was with me in the boat.
I was now literally the captain of my own ship and the master of my own destiny.
I had a ship to sail, and a star to steer her by. It felt good, but there was also the burden of responsibility, too. I also knew I had to get my skills honed as I lacked a lot of sailing skills and I knew that crossing the Gulf of Alaska meant a 600 mile open ocean crossing.
I came above and took the tiller and trimmed the main sail a tad and sailed for the next few hours, alone in my thoughts.
It was a day that left me a changed man. No one would know it but me, but for the first time in my life I felt fully in charge. I also had a sense of direction and a future to look forward to, no matter how it turned out."
Piccolo
Aboard S/Y Karen Lee
1985
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I was 33 years old, had a high school diploma and a little college, I had skills, a willingness to work, no job and none in the offing. I had very little money, but enough grub to last a while and the tools to fish or hunt to supplement what I did have.
I was now responsible for the life of my shipmate. This didn’t tread lightly on me. I now had to think for the pair of us.
Everything I owned except for a fifteen year-old rusty pickup and a few tools was with me in the boat.
I was now literally the captain of my own ship and the master of my own destiny.
I had a ship to sail, and a star to steer her by. It felt good, but there was also the burden of responsibility, too. I also knew I had to get my skills honed as I lacked a lot of sailing skills and I knew that crossing the Gulf of Alaska meant a 600 mile open ocean crossing.
I came above and took the tiller and trimmed the main sail a tad and sailed for the next few hours, alone in my thoughts.
It was a day that left me a changed man. No one would know it but me, but for the first time in my life I felt fully in charge. I also had a sense of direction and a future to look forward to, no matter how it turned out."
Piccolo
Aboard S/Y Karen Lee
1985
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Thursday, February 2, 2017
(Day 82) Very soon I will not be using surplus Itronix Gobook IIIs anymore.
A friend has hooked me up with a couple of Panasonic Toughbooks that are a lot newer. In addition to this another person gave me a fairly new Dell which is now my home unit.
I am going to designate a day to drag my old information over to the new machines. It will likely take a while because I will have to learn how to do this.
The old Gobook IIIs have been very good to me as they have been dragged all over hell and back and have taken quite a beating and still keep working. Still, old age is creeping up on them and they are getting tired. What is interesting is that they are still about as fast as my WiFi.
I once said that things have not gotten much faster since I was using Windows 95. It did just about everything for me that I do now. I still feel that chasing technology is a waste of time and money. I simply upgrade to newer technology because I am forced to.
I can not figure out why people will go out and spend a fortune for the latest and greatest simple to do email and surf the web. Why bother?
I think I'll grab one of the neighborhood kids to do this as they generally have far better computer skills than I do. I have a lot of stuff I want to transfer and save.
I am getting a lot more comfortable with my smartphone and Kindle which is mildly surprising. I have never been much of a techno geek.
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